Tinker, Tailor

Was chatting with a friend on MSN. She was telling me about her friend’s birthday…

Friend:
tmr is anne’s birthday leh!

Me:
got party?

Friend:
yeap, at her place

Me:
but i’m not free leh

Friend:
i never said anything abt asking u!

Me:
what?!?!
:(

Friend:
lol
you can ask her if u’re allowed to go

Me:
y not u ask her

Friend:
serious ah?

Me:
anyway i told u i’m not free wat

Friend:
oh

Me:
you- “can tinkertailor go?”
anne- “OMG OF COURSE HE CAN!!!”
you- “aiyah too bad he’s not free”

Her:
rrriiiiight

Had this sudden urge to
pop by Starbucks for a Frappuccino
and some Thom Gunn and Ted Hughes
poetry.

And a wee bit of blogging.

A friend of mine had something to say about my last post.

Friend: i read your blog post. i think you’re obsessed with gays

Me: it’s like how watsisname was obssessed with crocodiles

Friend: steve irwin

Me: oh yeah

Me: gays are an interesting species to study, but one must be very careful

Me: wait get bitten

Me: or worse, eaten

It’s been a while.

I had a bit of time to drop by Borders just now. Browsing around, I soon noticed this guy in a while long-sleeved t-shirt facing me nearby, so I looked up at him.

Our gaze met. Our gaze lingered.

Shucks, I thought. I was waiting to see if he’d look away like a normal guy, but his eyes lingered on, with a look of curiosity mingled with want. My gaydar was a-buzzing.

I moved to another shelf, away from where he was, and found me an interesting book to browse.

It took less than a minute for him to slink right next me.

He picked up a book, flipped through it absently, and slid it back to the shelf. He let his hands glided back slowly, and sensually, sliding his fingers along the shelf.

I controlled my breathing, pretended to read, and resisted the urge to sprint towards the nearest exit while shielding my privates. The curiosity to see his next move was too strong.

He took another book, flipped through some pages, and slid it back.

Then he gave up.